In this quiet little mountain town. This is where all these troublemaking, yet funny kids in South park have awesome adventures. Now, you're a part of it as well. Just write down below which character(s) you want to request and the ghostwriter is he...
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Okay. Now, on with the story!
I need to stop staring, it's going to look weird. He looked at me and I quickly turned away so flustered. I whistled trying to play it off as I heard a lighter go off. Turning back to the handsome teen, I see that he's lighting a cigarette. He placed it to his mouth and inhaled. Pulling the cig away from his mouth, smoke came out. Man...he's too hot..
"Let's get inside." Rebecca broke me out of my thoughts.
We nodded and walked inside the cabin. As we walked inside, I realized that it's not that big but, not small either. I could tell Rebecca and the hot guy have been here for a while because the place looked like people have lived here.
"You guys can make yourself comfortable...uh" She looked at the guy, "You want help with the bags?" She asked him.
"...." He still doesn't speak. He just shook his head and walked out of the cabin.
"So," Kyle started, "How long have you guys been here?"
"Well him and I are neighbors and he was nice enough to save me after my parents were infected."
"Man, I'm sorry." Kyle said.
"It's alright. We've been on the road for a day until we found the cabin."
He nodded and I stood up catching everyone's eyes.
"I'm just going to get some air." I said.
"Be careful." Kyle warned me.
I flashed him my gun in my back pocket and nodded before leaving the cabin. When I walked outside, I saw the guy grabbing the bags out from the trunk. Feeling confident, I walked up to him and smiled.
"Hey, um...I'm {Name}." I said.
He looked at me and then continued grabbing the bags. I sighed. This is going to be tougher than I thought.
"Want some help?" I asked trying to get some conversation going.
The guy just shook his head and I walked around the car.
"You okay? You can talk to me if you want."
He slammed the trunk down making me jump. He walked up to me and stared into my eyes. Did I say something wrong?
"Thanks," He said, "But, I'm fine {Name}." He spoke in a hot accent.
He picked up the bags and walked back inside the cabin leaving me dazzled. He finally spoke and the thing is, he has a foregin accent! I blushed.
